The Ancient Buddha overlooking the universe slowly spoke: "Nuwa, my fellow Daoist, could you grant me some face?"
The Ancient Buddha's expression was calm, neither haughty nor humble.
Yet it shook the world.
"A Saint, is a Saint pleading?"
"Oh heavens, who does Lady Nuwa intend to kill?"
"If she acts, won't it lead to a battle of Saints?"
The strong ones of the world were all anxious.
The mere aura of the Saints confronting each other had already made the Star Realm tremble.
Once a real battle of Saints breaks out.
All living beings would thus suffer disaster.
No one hoped to see such a scenario.
In an instant, all eyes turned to Nuwa.
East Buddha held his breath, not daring to make a sound, while Venerable Emperor Chong'en was also sweating profusely, intensely nervous.
The pressure from Nuwa enveloped them.
The atmosphere was incredibly heavy.
There was a feeling as if a drawn bowstring was about to snap at any moment.
